"not good!"
"Something happened to the Pavilion Master!"
Yan Xing woke up from his retreat, stood up suddenly, and felt for a moment, his expression became solemn.
In order to ensure the connection with the Pavilion Master, and also as a precautionary measure, he added something to the original leaf, which was a specially modified flesh and blood particle that was integrated into the Pavilion Master's origin.
Just now, he lost his perception of particles, which meant that the pavilion master had encountered a fatal crisis and might even have died.
"I hope it's not too late."
Yan Xing looked around, and after a large amount of devouring, the fragmented world in the time tomb was still endless. Only then did he notice that this thing was being born in nothingness all the time. At his current consumption rate, he couldn't swallow it all in a short time.
"I don't lack energy now. The time here is abnormal and I really can't stay any longer."
“We’ll decide later!”
After suppressing his thoughts, Yan Xing immediately stopped self-destruction, stretched out his hand to tap the center of his eyebrows, concentrated his thoughts, and the silvery white light slowly enveloped his body.
"Let me see if the talent after transformation and evolution is fundamentally different."
In this operation, the talent that has made the greatest progress is the [Time Traveler], and time and space jump is an extension of the talent. The strengths and weaknesses of the two complement each other.
Instinct told him that as long as his thoughts were concentrated enough, he could roughly lock in the scope of the jump.
"Come and go freely·Time and space jump!"
Buzz——
Between the birth and death of the brilliance, Yan Xing disappeared out of thin air, leaving no trace of spatial fluctuations in place, just like the jump from the outside world.
In the eyes of the mastermind and others, it is extremely terrifying. There is only one way to enter and exit the time tomb, but it still cannot hinder the punishment of hell, which shows that the innate power of the [Time Traveler] is extremely high.
Silvery white light flashed, and Yan Xing's vision returned. He was already in a vast expanse of white, and the clothes on his body instantly turned into nothingness.
"Did you succeed?! This, here is..."
Yan Xing looked happy. He had only one thought in his mind just now, which was to jump to the entrance of the time tomb, that is, outside the palace.
Seeing the familiar pure white mist in front of him, he was shocked. He seemed to have only half succeeded. This level of mist could only be found in the ruins, which meant that he should still be in the Demonic Sky ruins now, but his position was slightly off.
This is already a very big improvement.
Once you become familiar with the ability, you can gradually correct this deviation.
The white mist space is something that can only be encountered but not sought. His whole body came from this place. After a little hesitation, Yan Xing did not choose to leave. The matter with the Pavilion Master has already happened, no matter good or bad, it is not too late.
"This may be the deepest part of the Demonic Sky Ruins. Zishu has been wandering in the ruins all year round. Maybe he can recognize where this place is."
Thinking of this, Yan Xing did not move rashly, and in a moment of thought, he took Zi Shu out of the hell dimension.
"Zhizhi——"
Zishu's little eyes widened, his mind was racing, and his hair exploded. The moment he came into contact with the pure white mist, his beautiful hair was instantly melted, and it was about to erode into his flesh and blood.
"Master! Save me!
It’s over, Shushu, I’m really dead this time.
This old man Deng is indeed the same as Wu Hou Miulun. Only a short time has passed and he can't wait to kill him.
"Um?"
Yan Xing frowned slightly. He did not expect that Zishu was not immune to the pure white mist. At the critical moment, he quickly shook his energy and blood, and a blood mist barrier appeared in his palm, shrouding Zishu and isolating the pure white mist from the outside world.
"Hoo! Hoo!"
"What a risk, what a risk, almost..."
The rat instantly went limp, its skin melting away, revealing scarlet muscle tissue. An instant later, the rat was gone.
"Master, what are you doing?! If you want Shushu to die, just say it. There is no need to go to such trouble!"
"Ahem, sorry, this was my mistake."
Looking at Zi Shu's plaintive eyes, a trace of embarrassment flashed through Yan Xing's eyes. It was indeed his lack of consideration.
"You once said that you were immune to the dark fog, so I thought..."
"Master, are you saying this is also a kind of mist?!"
Zishu looked startled, and instantly became energetic. The flesh and blood on his body squirmed, and his skin and hair grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"That's right, this kind of white mist, above the dark mist, haven't you seen it before?"
Yan Xing nodded. He now understood that although Zishu was a creature from prehistoric civilization, it could not go to every place in the ruins. Even it could not set foot in the absolute restricted area shrouded in pure white mist.
"I've never seen it." Zishu looked solemn and said slowly: "The strongest fog I have ever encountered is the dark color. It lingers in the passages between the ruins, and it is very thin. There are only wisps, and most of it is still Purple."
"Master, are you not afraid of this terrifying thing?"
Zishu's mouth opened wide, and he realized what he was doing. He looked up and down at Yan Xing, who was covered in naked flesh. He didn't see any traces of the magical power of the treasure. It seemed that he was just relying on physical defense?
"Didn't I say it? My means are beyond your imagination."
Yan Xing didn't want to go into depth on this topic, so he shook his head and walked deeper into the fog.
"Let's go, you're here now, come with me to explore this place."
After all, Zi Mouse is also a life form of prehistoric civilization. Maybe seeing some familiar things can awaken his memory.
"Okay, okay, master, please be careful. I tried my best just now to resist the fog for a moment. If it happens again, I will definitely die suddenly!"
Zishu shrank his head and curled up his little body as much as possible in the blood mist. Beyond the thin blood, a wisp of white mist could kill the rat.
After walking for a while, a dark wall blocked the way forward, which seemed to be the end of this place.
"so small?"
Surprise flashed in Yan Xing's eyes. This white mist space was much smaller than the one in the ruins of creation.
Without thinking much, he turned around, changed direction, and continued to explore forward along the dark wall.
This kind of white mist space completely cuts off perception. You can only rely on your sight to witness it with your own eyes.
After walking through several platforms and climbing several stairs, the fog ahead gradually became thinner. Yan Xing's heart was shocked. With his previous experience, he immediately understood that he was almost at the core of this place.
"What are these?"
Yan Xing was stunned. What he saw in front of him was not the pile of corpses of the saints he had imagined, but just a few chairs with strange shapes and a semicircular platform. The platform was made up of many weird instruments of unknown origin. Made of splicing.
Not to mention the saint's corpse, this place is clean, not even a hair on it.
"Zi Shu, do you know this place?"
"do not know."
Zishu shook his head with a blank look on his face, and looked up. The white mist drifted in the distance, revealing a corner of Mohu with a dark wall at the end.
"Eh? Master, look quickly, there seems to be something on the wall!"
Yan Xing looked intently, and sure enough, it seemed to be pictures and words. He quickly walked around the semicircular platform and walked forward. After crossing the barrier of fog, the dark wall at the end suddenly came into view clearly.
"The battleship of the heavens, the Veritas?"
One person and one mouse looked at each other and saw each other's confusion. They all knew the divine text of origin. On the top of the dark wall, the largest line of words was written, which was [Battleship of the Heavens·Truth].
"What are the battleships of the heavens?"
"don't know."
Yan Xing shook his head, moved his eyes, and saw a strange-shaped pattern under the text. It was outlined with simple lines and densely marked with small dots inside, like a three-dimensional anatomy of something.
One of the small dots is larger than the others and is red. An arrow extends from the red dot and is connected to a piece of text in the blank space of the dark wall.
"Truth, time restarts the control center, the battleship status refreshes the guidelines and standards..."
"Time restart log..."
"Executive officer handover process..."
"Precautions……"
"Time restart control center? Could it be referring to..."
Yan Xing's heart trembled, and the child's hole shrank like a needle point. He slowly turned around and looked at the strange instruments with a dull expression.
Could it be, could it be said that...
Yan Xing's expression kept changing, and he stepped forward like crazy, pressed against the wall tightly, stretched out his fingers and pressed on the red dot, using it as the center to measure the surrounding small dots.
When I got closer, I discovered that there were thin lines connecting each other between these dense points, as if they were connecting channels.
"Master! Master! What's wrong with you? Don't scare me!"
Zishu looked horrified. As Yan Xing's expression changed, the blood mist barrier was also fluctuating, as if it would collapse at any time. Although there was not much fog here, it was enough to kill it.
"That's it! That's it!"
"I understand, I understand everything..."
Yan Xing murmured, and the devil was stunned.
"This should be the ruins of creation, the command center of the Truth, right?"
Yan Xing's fingertips slid and slowly pressed on the center of the picture, a pure white, the largest white dot.
"The battleship of the heavens, smelt all the heavens and all realms into one ship, what a battleship of the heavens, what a truth!
"Is this what the world really is?!"
"It turns out that our world is just a battleship, a battleship in the heavens..."
Yan Xing's expression turned calm and his eyes were deep. No one knew what he was thinking at this time.
"Haha, hahaha, it's so interesting!"
"No wonder, no wonder, the timeline is covered so easily, completely ignoring the grandmother's paradox!"
"The source turns out to be here! Hehe!"
Seeing the mad Yan Xing, Zi Shu swallowed secretly, his curled up body trembling slightly, not understanding what was going on.
Why is it that just a picture makes the owner crazy?
